We are the remainders,

the inheritors of the ashes,

and the builders of a new dawn.

From where Jack sat, it appeared the black sludge had cleaned up all the bodies, both Takers and humans. Except for the ones inside the Cheyenne Mountain Complex. He had no way of knowing what happened in there. The one glimpse he'd had inside the mountain had been so horrific, he hadn't waited around to see more.

After finding Jack's father and a few other survivors, both takers and humans, the group dubbed themselves "remainders." They were determined to not go quietly into the night, regardless of the cost.

But as time and space unraveled, and the laws of physics dissolved, the group found they had nothing left to hold onto except their faith, hope, and each other.

Will that be enough?